Upon Arrival

I have heard of a village that is being viciously attacked by a vile monster that has the name Grendel. He fills the people's minds with terror and causes copious amounts of pain to the residents.Their mead hall has been still for twelve years now due to his raids, leaving the kingdom in a unjoyful state. I, Beowulf, along with my warriors composed of Danes, are traveling to this land and putting a end to this monsters rage and attacks. I have received word of this village by ear and that I should travel to this land and save it's people. That is now what I am destined to accomplish at this point in my life. We are sailing to this distant land and I have over prepared myself for this, awaiting what I may face. I am always prepared. For I, Beowulf, have already battled and defeated a many of monsters and giants of several different lands. When I come to Hrothgar's kingdom, I will prove with all my might that, I will avenge him and his people. He has seemed to be trusting to me and I am going to follow through. It seems I am the last hope for these poor helpless people and their village. I will end this pain and suffering.

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The Monster Grendel

Last night was one of the most gruesome battles I, Beowulf, believe I have ever taken part in. This vile creature, Grendel, slipped into the mead hall and killed several men with out stirring anyone from their sleep. He made a meal of at least three, then he reached me. Thankfully, I am a light sleeper and was awaken before his attack on my body. I leaned back on one arm, as I seized him with the other. Grendel's eyes seemed to fill with fear, for I believe he has never met another human or monster alike, as strong as me. He pulled and wrestled to get his talons out of my grip, he no longer wanted to fight, just retreat into his hell hole. My Danes were to the side and watched as Grendel thrashed and rolled about, until he let out a terrible scream. Such a terrible scream, the Danes stayed cowering in their beds. After watching some of his wretched yells, the Danes arose, swords drawn and ready, to protect me if I was in need of protecting. Grendel began to loose his power and I could tell he was in great distraught realizing this. Then a loud snap and the sound of the muscles and bone ripping from Grendel's body filled the room, like music in the more beautiful times of Hrothgar kingdom. I had tore Grendel's arm from his body. Grendel then escaped from me, but knowing he would not live much longer from his wound, I let his infamous soul go. The Danes praised with delight at the sight of Grendel's arm, knowing that I had defeated him. I reached up to the rafters and hung Grendel's arm up high so everyone could see, arm, claws and shoulder and all.



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